Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Walking the Dog

Last night, walking the dog. 

A crescent moon in the sky. Airplanes in the distance following an invisible line that will cause them to bank before being on course to land at Sky Harbor. A neighbor several doors down has a giant ghost which, puffed up by air, towers over the street. 

I carry a flashlight because coyotes occasionally visit the area. They probably own it after midnight. No sign tonight. Not even other dogs and this is a neighborhood of dog walkers.

I was in a meeting this morning which sparked memories of an investigation in Germany several decades ago. A sordid matter. A bizarre briefing. An illogical set of recommendations which needed to be reversed at headquarters. And a stroll down a cobblestone street in Heidelberg to a spot where we had undercover agents.

You forget things but then they come back at odd times, such as while you walk the dog.


At 11:45 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is there any chance you might provide more details about the memories described? Or am I forced to concoct an imaginary story of a dashing Mr Wade solving a mystery in a foreign land?

At 1:08 PM, Blogger Michael Wade said...

You will have to concoct an imaginary story, especially if I am portrayed as dashing. The post was simply a carefully worded example of how completely disconnected memories can return at odd times.


At 7:00 PM, Blogger Michael Wade said...

P.S. What I described happened but I don't feel it would be appropriate to go into details in a blog post even years after the event.


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